Page 36 of Slippery When Wet

It turned out that eating by the duck pond wasn’t ideal. Ellery’s question of whether they would try to steal their food had been answered, when a couple adventurous waterfowl had ventured their way. After finding a new spot—that Calvin let Ellery choose—the plan to feed the ducks was moved toafterthey were done eating.

Ellery held up the new ocean creatures plate he’d been pining after for so long. “I ate everything on my plate, Daddy. Can I have my tart now, please?”

He’d been drifting in and out of Little space throughout lunch, doing his best not to control his feelings, but to allow them to unfold naturally. He wasn’t interested in being Little all the time—at least not in mindset—but he could honestly say that the freedom to enjoy whatever the hell he felt like enjoying—be it a stuffie, cute plates or pacifier—was exhilarating.

Calvin took the plate from him then put it in the basket. Before they’d left the house, Calvin had removed one of the white china plates that came with the picnic basket set and replaced it with Ellery’s cool one.

“Yes, you may. You were a good boy and finished all your lunch.” Calvin plucked one of the pretty, plastic pastry containers from Juliet’s Bistro that contained a mixed berry tart. “Here you go, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

Ellery accepted the dessert with grabby fingers, bouncing with excitement on the red plaid wool blanket Calvin had laid on the grass for them. He’d only had a tart one other time, when he’d gone to their aunt’s house for her birthday as a kid. She hadn’t wanted a cake, saying tarts were her favorite. At first, he’d been disappointed at the lack of the expected dessert. But after his first bite of the custard filled treat, he was sold.

Once he popped the clear top of the container open, he reached in then paused mid-grab. He glanced up at a visibly amused Calvin tracking his movements.

“Er…can I eat it with my hands, Daddy?”

Calvin chuckled. “Well, seeing as we’re sitting on a blanket in the yard, I think we can dispense with formalities.”

Ellery narrowed his eyes. “That means yes?”

Calvin smiled. “Definitely yes.”

Ellery let out an embarrassing groan the moment the flavor of the tart hit his tongue. Calvin regarded him with raised eyebrows.

“Should I add the tarts to your favorites list?”

Ellery nodded heartily, his mouth too full of sugary sweetness to speak. Calvin retrieved his own tart, and Ellery watched in amazement as he ate the tart with his hands as well.

“What?” Calvin licked his fingers after a particularly messy bite. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much, I thought I’d give it a try.”

Ellery almost followed Calvin’s lead, his sticky fingers in need of a good licking, but he paused, eyeing Calvin’s lips as they sucked in his own fingers, and how his tongue swirled around each one. The diaper he wore under his jeans was getting snugger all the time.

Ellery offered Calvin his own coated fingers, his moan even more embarrassing as Calvin licked and teased the digits, gently scraping his teeth along the sensitive pads, tasting him as if his hand were a cock.

Calvin stared at him through hooded eyes. “Finish your tart, baby. Then we can lie together under the extra blanket I brought.”

Ellery licked his lips, not sure if it was to capture stray crumbs or in anticipation of being under the blanket with Calvin.

“If I’m under the blanket with you, do I still have to wear these jeans?”

Little space or not, wearing his same old boring everyday clothes was annoying him. This was special time with Daddy, and jeans shouldn’t be a part of the equation. Besides, pants always got in the way of that delicious grown-up stuff.

Calvin placed his palm on the blanket, leaning closer to Ellery. “I don’t see why you need to keep them on.” He nuzzled Ellery’s shoulder. “Especially since I’m sure I can keep you warm.”

Suddenly, the tart lost all its appeal. However, Daddy had gone to the trouble to get it for him, so he made quick work of finishing it off. Ellery smacked his lips as he swallowed the last bit. He handed the empty container to Calvin, who added it to the basket with everything else they’d brought with them.

“Mmm…” Calvin took Ellery’s hand. “Let me check those fingers for you again, make sure they’re nice and clean.”

Calvin sucked the digits into the wet heat of his mouth and Ellery’s breathing hitched.

“Oh…oh, Daddy…”

Calvin stopped feasting on his fingers then slid his hands beneath the shoulders of Ellery’s hoodie, encouraging him to remove it. When it reached his elbows, Calvin stopped.

“Finish taking this off. Then you can get rid of those jeans.” Calvin gave him a lopsided smile. “I’ll get the blanket.”

Not that Calvin had to go far. The matching blanket to the one they sat on was neatly folded at the edge of their picnic area. As Ellery continued removing his clothing, his face heated under Calvin’s appraising stare.

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